Bai Lin remained calm. She raised her hand and got ready.
Fiery Tom grinned, his eyes dangerous, as he said meaningfully, "Bai Lin, I hope you won't disappoint me. The last person who disappointed me, the grass on their grave's already three meters tall."
Bai Lin heard this and glanced at him. "Oh, I'll do my best then."
Her attitude was extremely perfunctory.
The loud countdown in the shooting range attracted everyone's attention to Bai Lin.
[Lin-jie, you can do it!]
[Lin-jie's posture is really accurate. If I were in her position, I've already won after rounding it up.]
[Forget about the result. Bai Lin's posture is really cool! Coach, I want to learn too!]
[What did Fiery Tom mean by that? Was he threatening my Lin-jie? Lin-jie, stop hiding! Slap him in the face!]
Bai Lin left one bullet in each magazine when she fired shots just like Fiery Tom.
The result was out. She did not hit any target.
